Wednesday, September 30, 2015

"The Egg and I": A Book Review


Title: The Egg and I 
Author: Betty MacDonald
Genre: Non-Fiction, Autobiography

About the book…
The first of several autobiographical works, The Egg and I by Betty MacDonald, also known for her Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books, was first published in 1945. In it she focuses on her time spent with her first husband on their chicken farm in Washington and all the troubles that they experienced. 

This book was made into a movie by the same name staring Claudette Colbert and Fred MacMurray in 1946. 

What I think…
This is one of those books that definitely falls in the category of being more amusing than your average non-fiction. 

MacDonald takes her farm experiences and turns them into a laugh out loud narrative that still manages to capture all the difficulties and hard work that actually go into farming of any sort. Chapters such as “That Infernal Machine, the Pressure Cooker” (all about canning and its tyranny) capture bits and pieces of farm life that even as a modern audience are often thought about in much more idealistic ways. 

Her humor can be sharp and seemingly mean-spirited at times, which at a few parts is a little off putting. She also tend to be brutally honest at points, for example chapter 9 entitled “I Learn to Hate Even Baby Chicks,” where she goes on to explain a great many actual problems that you experience when raising baby chicks. 

One other thing to point out that has been criticized over time is her description of Native Americans, which I do have to say can be cringe worthy to read from the perspective of a modern reader. 

As I haven’t seen the entire movie (just bits and pieces), I can’t say how it compares, but I do know that based on the book I would like to eventually see it. 

To sum it all up… A remarkably funny autobiography from a woman who braved chicken farming in the 1920’s and lived to tell about it.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

On Two Postcards: A Photo Post

While not generally one to intentionally seek out vintage postcards, I recently bought three of them, two, being what I think are Scandinavian, which I'll be sharing with you today. 

This one I'm referring to as the zombie lady postcard as the woman looks as though she's ready to turn and eat the man. 

Unfortunately, this one must have been firmly glued in an album at one point and the only thing visible through the ripping on the back is the name of the recipient and the postmark of 1908. 

The second one, which I didn't even notice when I bought it, is also addressed to "Frigga."
From what I can figure out it offers wishes for a happy Christmas and New Year.

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